Lyrics:
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
this kid's born?"
I said, "It's a blessing as mad as it is
And Les', I never even knew you were having a kid"
Bro, she's four months pregnant, young
don't want it
I'll eat you for breakfast, one by one I got ya'll serial numbers
I'm about to send a tweet out to my nigga Stylez
Tell him he got
to those people that's just callin' it karma?
I ain't gotta say shit to 'em, it's the balance of life
You gotta through love and hell if you want it
tag
Make money for what
To roll in a brand new jag
I make money putting you in a body bag
Hello i'm r.a to the motherfucking p
I beat other rappers no
what I call life it's the pot up to the dust
What are these thoughts for
I should be top 4
Or maybe top 3 in my odyssey you odd-a see
I gotta be
way you can reproduce it
I got verse in my spirit cause I was raised by this music
Hit the stage with the fuse lit, set to aim at a few kids
No names
to their face, they'll spit gasoline out
You want me dead, I'm right here, do it bitch
Make me bleed 'til I'm motherfucking fluid-less
I ain't new at this
type stuff, you know what I'm saying
Like it's the new kid, right? Yeah
, posted up like they own it
That's they corner, from New York to California
Got blocks locked down
Like, "dog you safe whenever you with me, see this is my
on separate planes like our flights were different
Don't call it a comeback, call it a new beginning
Each track I touch is gonna leave your head spinning
Like
just want you and your bestie
Pull up on the block
Pull up on the block I say
What it do?
What it is lil mama?
Take a couple shots
Take a couple shots
something like that
Alright, let's kick this shit on the one, kick it
Back by demand, now it's big as fuck
Because you as the public, you should know
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
(oh) oh (oh) oh (oh) nana
Same life
Same life... what is it, different track? (scattered brain)
What is it?
Same ride, same ride, different track?
We
track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat,
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
trying to rest for 5
On a block, no tint on the Wraith left these kids mesmerized
They ask me how I did it, how I got it
Say I'm king you looking brolic
I
told her, "Stop breathin'"
He try do what I do, but we not even
I want all of the beef, I am not vegan
Boy, you said it was smoke, nigga, stop
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
(You've got a prepaid call from Blacksmith)
I cut off that sentence pressing 5 to accept it
He said waddup one, it's been the ill minute
First and foremost
wanna be with me downtown
When I make it to the top don’t want you nowhere around
This is not a making of a love story
This is me, getting what I want
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